Delve Deeper
One
It was disgusting. Almost to the point of tears. How anyone could torture and ki- I don't want to think about it. Charity Burbage dropped slowly, or so it seemed. That does it. The Dark lord whispered to that huge snake of his. Nagini flickered her tongue over the corpse. I turned to my parents.
"Father, might I be excused?"
"No."
"Father, I-"
"Let him leave Lucius." My mother stepped into the whispered conversation.
"Very well. Leave, Draco." He pointed to the door. I wasted no time in exiting the gloomy room, heading for my bedroom.
I collapsed on my bed. How, how could they actually like that? The killing, the mauling. I bet they're all cheering on the reptile, wanting it to tear the fl- Stop it. Stop it, Draco. I told myself, attempting to stop the thoughts that were bred into me by my demonic parents. I rolled to my stomach, planting my face in my pillow. My 17th birthday was three days ago. Tomorrow morning I was to return to Hogwarts.
"Draco?" accompanied my mother's knock. She apparently took my lack of answering as an invitation. She closed the door and glided over to my bed. "Draco, your coming of age has passed."
"Yes." My left forearm tingled at the thought. I was to have taken the mark at that time. Now, though, the mere idea of being one of them made my stomach churn
"Draco," she laid her wrist upon my forehead. "I'm not here about the Dark Lord. Have you been feeling alright?"
"Yes," I lied easily, "Perfectly okay."
"Draco," she warned. I was caught. I told her the truth. I haven't slept without aid of dreamless sleep potion in weeks, I've felt ill, and most of all, I don't want to take the mark.
"I must tell you something that your father mustn't hear of." I nodded. She pulled out her want, and cast silencio on the door. "Draco, I have reason to believe that you have inherited my veela gene."
"What?"
"Draco, your father and I are veela. This sort of thing usually skips a generation. Gibli?" My house elf apparated into the room. She smoothed her torn tea towel that was stained and ripped in several places. "Gibli, please fetch the books on my nigh-"
"Mother, please, no. I will go get them."
"Draco, allow Gibli to retrieve them. It is merely veela instinct to allow other creatures to be above you. It will pass in time. On my nightstand, Gibli." The elf nodded.
"Yes, Lady Malfoy, Ma'am," she squeaked, and dissapparated.
"That is the final test, I believe. Upon your seventeenth birthday, Draco, you will have began a search for your mate. Do not, under any circumstances, suppress these longingings. Your mate will too, be veela. She will seek you out." The elf returned, neatly stacking two books on my desk.
"Thank you." My words made the elf burst into tears.
"Thank you, thank you, Master Malfoy, Thank you?" The elf hobbled from the room.
"The first, the larger one, is the Veela Nature. Merely a reference for the precession of symptoms, and other information. The next one is my personal journal from when I was seventeen. Please don't let your father know. He rejected his own veela nature. Near killed himself. I found him, convinced him to live. Please read these. They do help." She got up to leave.
"Mother,"
"Yes, Draco?"
"Thank you."
"One last thing."
"What is it?"
"It's not always about love." With that, she removed the silencing charm off my door, and left.